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Power plays
"His eyes were black father. He is showing more and more of his power." Kimberly was finally home from school, and talking to her father about the Mankey heritage. Her father sighed, and said nothing. His dark hair and green eyes met her ruby red hair and green eyes. She turned; feeling annoyed, and began to leave. Count Possible always said this, and she always began to leave. "Kimberly, you will not turn your back on me." She felt his breath on the back of her neck. She slowly turned to face his glowing black eyes. Both knew that that had no effect on her, but it was done anyway. It was a temporary symbolic thing. Kimberly made sure to blink first as such.
"You have done nothing to curb their power since they gained demonic powers." She knew she was at a loosing battle. He did to. Back in his desk, he rested his chin on folded hands. "What would you propose to do then?" Bastard. Kim narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "Talk to mother. Aren't demons under the fire aspect?" Count Possible nodded, and acknowledged her idea. "You want your peers to realize the next goddess of the flame is the future queen of the dead?" Kim let this soak in, amongst the silence of the mansion Possible, and began to bow. "Forgive me father."
Her nailed hand was on the door knob when it swung open, causing Kimberly to jump back and land on all fours several feet back. "Yvette you nearly hit Kimberly again." Her father looked up a moment from the latest packet of problems in the territory that he picked up as soon as he dismissed Kimberly. Kimberly brushed off lint from her velvet dress skirt, which was required in the house of Possible, and glared. "Oh, who?" Yvette could not be coy, and be effective. All pretenses dropped, and glaring commenced. Fangs grew in the process. Kimberly's eye turned dark green and began to glow. Yvette began to grow claws. From glaring and getting ready to rip her 'mother's' throat out, Kimberly suddenly dropped to the good little daughter, smiled politely, and walked to the door. She was just waiting to feel the attack upon her person.
Yvette sent a claw of force out at Kimberly. It was reflected back ten fold then at Yvette, and she snapped her neck against the opposite wall. In slow drips that nearly matched a grandfather clock, her spinal cord popped back into place among the dripping blood of the metaphysical claw wounds, which was now a small puddle surrounding Yvette's fallen form Smiling, Kimberly apologized to her father for the blood on the walls and carpeting, summoned a servant to clean it, and left.
Yvette glared at the count and stalked presumably with permission behind his desk. Her nail was an inch away from his head. The count contemplated breaking the finger. "YOU let that wench hurt me." He didn't even look up from what he was reading. The finished page went to the back of the pile. "You didn't acknowledge a stronger power." She snapped a final crick out of her neck. "She is my daughter technically, my inferior. She has no right to challenge me." Count Possible looked up, put the papers flat, and rubbed his temples. "No, she is a part of your family, she can challenge you because she is a Possible, and you are not. Kimberly is also nearly a millennium older than you. Remember that."
Yvette turned on her heel, and spun to the door. "I could have let her kill you. She did no more that what you would have done." She stopped, and thought about her next words. "Husband, what would you have done?" He went back to reading. "I would have killed you. Good day, Yvette." Outside the door, her hand made a grotesque crack, and hung limp. A faint curse was heard, but Count possible didn't do anything about it. Her hand would be useless for a good day.
Dawn was arriving, and Yvette was fighting sunlight. In her husband's office, she was looking for revenge with one less hand. She found revenge, in the complaint filled by Lord Mankey. His son needed a wife. She needed revenge. A phone call was made, and a date set. Yvette would kill her husband from the softest part of his soul, his daughter.
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